Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Fang Zheng was a mess.

What a talent! Keeping Wang Meng here for research seems like a waste of his abilities; he should be transferred to the imperial prison.

He actually invented a brand-new form of torture: live chicken soaked in wine!

It looks incredibly potent.

Li Yuanzhao was also deeply shocked, his throat tightening.

He looked at Wang Meng with a hint of fear in his eyes, whispering, "Lao Fang, is there something wrong with his brain... People at least... shouldn't..."

"Ahem! They traded their sympathy for intelligence."

"Tsk tsk, see if the Ministry of Justice needs anyone; I can recommend him."

With all preparations complete, Wang Meng picked up the scalpel and was about to make the incision.

Fang Zheng stared intently, excited.

Although the scene about to unfold would be quite bloody, this small step for Taoyuan Medical Center would be a giant leap in the history of human medicine!

He was about to become a driving force and witness to a great historical event!

Just as he was thinking this, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Fang Zheng!

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Meng stopped his hand, looking at Fang Zheng with confusion.

Fang Zheng cleared his throat and said to Wang Meng's assistant, "Go, go find four mirrors and place them at the four corners of the bed, then light four oil lamps in front of the mirrors."

"Ah?" The assistant looked bewildered.

"What 'ah'? This is the shadowless lamp I invented," Fang Zheng said shamelessly.

Wang Meng frowned: "Master, the light from the skylight above is very bright, and besides, it's daytime; there's no need to light lamps."

"No, you need them," Fang Zheng's tone was unquestionable!

Wang Meng was helpless and put down the scalpel, waiting for the assistant to fetch the mirrors.

Li Yuanzhao glanced at Fang Zheng, whispering, "Lao Fang, what trick are you up to now?"

"Your Highness, this is all for future generations! Think about it, what if there are patients with acute illnesses in the future who need surgery at night? How will they do it without light? I thought of this great method to let them practice beforehand. Remember to tell the historians that I invented this method so that it can be passed down to posterity," Fang Zheng said solemnly.

The American patent thief Edison plagiarized the deeds of the true King of Inventions, Fang Zheng, and it was even recorded in textbooks, but it was later proven that appendicitis surgery didn't even exist in Edison's time.

How could this significant milestone in medical history be without the positive image of a dignified transmigrator like me, Fang Zheng!

Later, they will have to adjust the timeline and story background a bit.

This is all for the healthy development of future elementary school students' minds.

Before long, the mirrors were brought, and the surgery officially began.

Wang Meng concentrated, the blade slicing across the prisoner's body.

A stomach full of colorful things was suddenly exposed, and they were still slowly wriggling.

Liu Yishou felt his stomach churning, but fortunately, he had gotten used to it after being around Wang Meng for these past few days.

He didn't show any fear.

Fang Zheng and the other were grimacing as they watched.

Wang Meng pulled open the two sides and began to rummage around.

Before long, he located the appendix.

The blade flashed, and in an instant, that bloody thing was cut off and thrown directly onto a tray to the side.

Immediately afterward, Wang Meng began to suture.

The thread used for suturing was also quite particular, made of mulberry bark fiber.

Suturing techniques had been explored and recorded by ancient people, but most likely, due to insufficient technology in preventing infection or sterilization, it failed to be widely promoted.

However, there were still rare successful precedents that could be found.

Wang Meng's knife skills were good, but the suturing... was a bit unsightly, only considered crooked and haphazard.

After the suturing was completed, Liu Yishou sprinkled the palace's special external wound medicine and hemostatic medicine.

The whole process was extremely fast, including the preparation time, it only took a few tens of minutes.

Fang Zheng looked at the bloody appendix on the tray, muttering to himself, 'So that's what an appendix looks like.'

He asked, "How is it? Can this patient be considered successfully treated?"

Wang Meng nodded and replied, "The process was fairly smooth; we did the same with rabbits, but the rabbits don't live long after the treatment."

"Humans... should be a bit stronger than rabbits, right? We still need to see the subsequent recovery and whether he can wake up."

"Yes, let's observe him for two days after he wakes up and then do the next surgery. There aren't many people left for you to practice on."

....

The next morning, the prisoner surprisingly woke up.

Fang Zheng and the others surrounded him early in the morning, Wang Meng was even more energetic, stepping forward to inquire carefully.

"How is it! How do you feel?"

The prisoner's lips were pale, and he trembled, "It hurts... it hurts..."

"Pain is normal! You just had a big cut in your stomach; hold on, it should be fine after a few days of recovery."

"My... my crotch hurts," the prisoner's trembling right hand reached towards his groin, his face full of pain.

A taste he had never experienced before assaulted his brain!

Having a big cut in his stomach also hurt, but he could understand it; it's not like he hadn't been cut before.

But his lower body felt like it had been scorched by fire? Could it be... that he only half-died, and only his crotch went to hell and got burned?

Or was he cut off and made into roasted gluten?

The prisoner lay on the bed in despair, his thoughts in chaos.

Finally, he managed to feel it... and felt a lot of relief.

The group silently watched him explore his crotch, falling into silence.

After observing for a long time.

Li Yuanzhao said, "Alright! It looks like he's fine!"

Fang Zheng said, "Yes, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It seems that as long as the preparations are in place, this appendicitis surgery isn't such a high-end operation after all."

Liu Yishou said, "Master, it's not that I'm bragging, but the medicine for treating his wounds was also passed down from my ancestors. I wouldn't dare say it can definitely save a person's life, but it has saved countless eunuchs."

Only Wang Meng didn't say anything, taking notes in his notebook.

In the evening, the prisoner died...

His hands were in his crotch, his head tilted to the side, his face showing confusion and relief.

The group silently surrounded him again.

"How did he die? He was fine during the day and even said he wanted to eat meat," Li Yuanzhao asked.

Everyone looked disappointed.

Wang Meng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's dissect him again to study him, and if that doesn't work, we'll take a look under the microscope."

Fang Zheng frowned.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. Although he was listless in the morning, he didn't seem like he was going to suddenly kick the bucket; how could he suddenly be gone at night?

It seems that medicine is indeed complicated; this amateur underestimated it.

What he could think of was internal bleeding or a postoperative infection.

So he asked, "Did you give him penicillin after the surgery?"

Wang Meng said, "Penicillin? No. Do you need to give penicillin after surgery?"

Fang Zheng looked at Wang Meng's hands.

He didn't wear any gloves during the surgery. Although it has been fully disinfected now, this sterile room... can't compare to later generations.

Who knows what he had on his hands, or whether he washed them clean; it was probably an infection.

"Yes, you should give him penicillin, to kill bacteria and reduce inflammation. Remember to give the subsequent patients a normal dose of penicillin every day! This stuff doesn't cause allergies and won't kill people, so don't be afraid."

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